| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 109 |
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[reach of his malice. Frank Owen was one of these. There were others who by the judicious administration of pipefuls oftobacco and pints of beer, managed to keep in Crass's good graces and often retained their employment when better workmen were `stood off'.] As he walked [home through the rain thinking of these things,] Easton realized that it was not possible to foresee what a day or even an hour might bring forth. By this time he had arrived at his home; [it was] a small house, one of a long row [of similar ones,] and it [contained altogether] four rooms. The front door opened into a passage [about two feet six inches wide and ten feet in length,] covered with oilcloth. At the end of the passage was a flight of stairs leading to the upper part of the house. The first door on the left led into the front sitting-room, an apartment about nine feet square, with a bay window. This room was very rarely used and was always very tidy and clean. |
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